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Текст песни "September In Seattle" |
september in seattle
waitin on a train
i smoked my last cigarette
standin in out of the rain
theres a cool wind blowin
down the alley by the depot
amtrack down the coastline
to the city of the roses
mamas hangin hand-me-downs
daddys in a hotel bar
kids recitin mother goose
runnin naked through the yard
you see the best and the worst here
the richest and the poor
from the mansions on the hilltop
to the red dirt floor
pull into the station
the suns settin outside
the pushers and the pullers
tryin to take you for a ride
portland is a small town
with a bitter city smile
and as i walk these streets around
i might just hang here for a while
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